With work settled up for a couple of weeks, today was all about ensuring the van was ready to roll, and packing.
I always have big plans to start getting things ready earlier from setting aside things like the fishing rods and travel cooler, to portable air pump and craft box for those rainy days. These kinds of new traditions didn’t happen this year so it was cram time.
By days-end, I had gotten an oil change, installed the cartop carrier, and had a few things packed in it before hitting the sack a little after midnight. Otherwise, everything was in a pile in the garage ready to go.
I don’t know why I leave everything like this until the last minute. One year I would like to go to bed at a normal time the night before a trip, so I’m not struggling to keep my eyes open the entire trip. It was going to be yet another long ride because the adrenaline of this final night’s push meant under the covers and wide awake.
Although I know the morning will be a mad rush to go to pick up the boat and to load everything and ensure the house is clean for when my dad comes to check on and feed the animals, I will at least sleep well knowing that everything I could have completed before the day of, is done. Maybe next year I will be so well prepared that I don’t need to take a day off in a race of last minute preparations.
Perhaps this is something to explore within myself the next 365 days – why do I procrastinate something that we have been doing for 8 years? Our preparations haven’t changed much, so why can’t I be mostly ready a week before?